Title: Code of the Griffin
Author: Knife Hand
Feedback: Constructive feedback appreciated, flames unappreciated
Spoilers: Nothing Specific, general for first few books.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own Hermione, or Luna, or Ginny, or Cho, or... I would buy them all but I am broke.
Summary: From a war ravaged future, someone is sent back in time to change the course of the war.
Harry and Kate were conferring during the clean-up issue, with one squad walking through the fallen Death Eaters with their pistols drawn checking that they were dead, while the rest of Second Platoon were minding the perimeter to keep the battle site secure. The Grand Marshall, Lieutenant Diggory, Champion Delacour, Sergeant Ron Weasley and the survivors of the Rapid Response Fire Team had Portkeyed back to Hogwarts.
"Did the Chest get full recordings?" Harry asked.
A shot rang out from one of death check patrol.
"Yes." Kate replied without missing a beat. "I would not be surprised if they were already beginning combat analysis."
A minute later there were a series of cracks, and the nearby troopers turned and raised their weapons until they realised it was Aurors, with Director Amelia Bones in command.
"Director Bones." Harry said with a nod.
"Lieutenant Potter." Amelia replied. "Report?"
"Seven hundred and eighty-six hostiles, dressed in full Death Eater regalia, killed. Perhaps six escaped, including what we presume is Lord Voldemort possessing a baby's body. Seventeen Order members injured, six killed, out of a force of less than fifty. Most of the Order injuries were relatively minor." Kate replied.
"Thank you, Platoon Sergeant Potter-West." Amelia acknowledged. "What post-battle clean-up have you done?"
"Apart from confirming the Death Eaters were dead, we have secured the area but left the bodies alone awaiting your arrival." Harry replied. "We are Combat Ops, not Investigators."
"Very smart of you to know your limitations." Amelia said, shooting a look at a couple of her Aurors who looked down at her glare.
"We will stand guard while you process the scene." Harry said. "We do have records of the entire event but the amount distributed, and to whom, will be determined by the Grand Marshall for Operational reasons."
As he said that, Harry indicated to his combat camera.
"I understand Operational Security." Amelia said seriously. "Whatever you can provide would be appreciated."
Harry began ordering Second Platoon into a larger perimeter while Amelia began to order her Aurors in their investigation of the scene.
Lord Voldemort sat in one of his small European Safe Houses with just the single Attendant who had taken him from the battle. All of his plans were in tatters. Most of his followers gone. He would have to rebuild, but it would be too obvious if Lord Voldemort himself was fronting the new force, and in his current weakened state few would rally to his banner.
He needed a new face of the cause, the cause being ultimate power for himself of course. The thought suddenly hit him. Blood is thicker than water, and there were several out there who shared his blood. Bastards who he had sired either from youthful flings or from rape, before his quest for immortality had taken him beyond such petty concerns.
He would track them down. At least one of them would be suitable to face the new organisation. The rest would be loyal lieutenants or he would kill them.
Three teams of Order of the Griffin members were stalking through Hogwarts on a combat deployment. Moving fast with guns raised they swiftly closed in on their objectives. As each team, a full squad of the Order from First Platoon, got into position they were being tracked by Grand Marshall Hermione Granger from the control room in The Chest.
It was only twenty-three minutes after Hermione had returned to Hogwarts with the two kidnapped Champions, Ron and the remaining Rapid Response Fire Team. Despite having foiled the initial plan for sabotaging the Tournament when the Order had immediately identified that Barty Crouch Jr. was masquerading as "Mad Eye" Moody, Hermione had put several plans in place to reveal any sabotage should it occur, and stop some of the more violent kinds of sabotage. She had not survived ten thousand years without learning to make contingencies.
The three teams breached their target locations, one just bashing in the door and the other two using Founder override passwords. Similar scenes happened in the Slytherin Common Room and the Staff Room where the Tournament Officials were waiting. The Order team entered, separated their target from the rest of the people in the room and quickly had the target secured in flex-cuffs. In the Ravenclaw Common Room the first target was secured in the same manner, but the second target was not in the Common Room. Four of the squad, the female members, broke off and went up the stairs to one of the female dorms and secured the second target there. From the simultaneous breaches to the second Ravenclaw target being escorted out of the Ravenclaw Dormitories, a total time of two minutes and six seconds passed.
Hermione had made her way to were the Tournament Officials were still following and trying to argue with the squad who had made the assault on the Staff Room. The squad were wisely remaining silent and kept moving, pushing Bagman in front of them.
"Enough!" Hermione snapped causing the yelling adults to stop in surprise. "Sergeant, take Mister Bagman to holding."
"Grand Marshall, an explanation would be appreciated." Dumbledore said.
Maybe the old man was finally learning.
"Mister Tompkins of Slytherin, Mister Hardcourt and Miss Shooter of Ravenclaw have been arrested for tampering with the Triwizard Cup to send the Champions into the Death Eater trap at the Graveyard." Hermione explained. "All three of them have elder siblings who… were Death Eaters. All the siblings are now dead."
"And how is Monsieur Bagman involved?" Headmistress Maxime asked.
"Bagman took bribes from Tompkins and Hardcourt to allow them access to the Cup. That makes him an accessory." Hermione explained.
With an about face, Hermione turned and walked away.
Nicholas Flamel sat at his place at the head of the board room table. His entire senior executives were sitting around the table.
"Before we begin the new business that brought us here today, Sarah, do we have any more information on the ongoing investigation into the Breach we set those countermeasures for?"
Sarah, his head of 'Foreign Integration' sighed and shook her head.
"No, Master." She said. "We have run down every lead available and made no further progress. As previously discussed, we had the suspect pool down to six organisations, plus Her Organisation, but there is nothing definitive. In the absence of new leads, I'm afraid we will never know who infiltrated us."
"Very well, we will halt the investigation." Nicholas replied.
At times like this, Nicholas wished that Perenelle was still alive. She had always been very perceptive and had been a minor Seer, so she would have been valuable to find out who was moving against them but, then again, she had also been his conscience, literally thanks to a spell performed hundreds of years ago. She would not have approved of many of the things he had done since her death, and if she had been alive the spell would have prevented him from doing them.
She had died a little over a year after Young Dumbledore had destroyed their Philosopher's Stone, something that still irked Nicholas. One day Perenelle had seemed to have a vision, screamed and fell unconscious, never to wake. Her body died two days later.
"On to the new business." Nicholas said. "The foolish British 'Dark Lord' made a move three days ago during the final task of the Tri-Wizard Tournament, presumably to restore himself to power. It failed, spectacularly, if the reports are true. Lucas?"
Lucas was a completely unassuming man, completely ordinary and unremarkable in every way. He could fade into the background in an empty room, a perfect trait for a Spy Master and he was a very good Spy Master. He often came to odds with Sarah in Foreign Integration, as Nicholas considered Counter-Espionage to be part of Sarah's portfolio rather than his.
"That's correct, Master." Lucas began. "Her Organisation was running security on the event so when two of the Competitors, including one of Her Officers, were kidnapped the response was swift and brutal. Outnumbered by approximately sixteen to one, Her forces almost completely obliterated the British Dark Lord's force with relatively minor losses in return. The British Dark Lord is now estimated to have less than ten followers remaining."
"He was always too arrogant." Nicholas said. "Gerald, how are we dealing with the situation in Algeria? Do we have enough people in place?"
"We have more boots on the ground than the Algerian Government." Gerald replied. "Even though most are only trained for security or are Mercenaries under contract. We should be able to protect our interests from any disruption, but I would like permission to send a team of our Special Forces down, just as a precaution, and perhaps to provide a little advanced training to our Security on the ground."
"I will consider it." Nicholas mused. "Keep me informed."
The meeting moved on to other matters, but Nicholas could not help but feel a certain sense of satisfaction at that little asshole in Brittan getting thoroughly spanked in combat.
TBC….